Short Stories

Changing StanStan woke up every day at the exact same time, when the
sun's rays barely came through the small window next to his bed. The white Hissi
would slink out of it every morning and glance around his room; a small enclosed
space with blank white walls...

Shadow Grows UpShadow was put in her pink playpen next to where
Mrs. Harris was sitting. And naturally as adults do when babies are around,
Mrs. Harris started patting Shadow's head and pinching her cheeks and cooing...

Lupe Mysteries: The Be-Gone BlumarooBut, it seemed that with every
Pet Day or Holiday, there was always someone trying to ruin it for someone else.
That was when he entered the scene. Barik Von Lupe: Private Inspector.

Benny the BladeYet, despite it all, customers and tourists from
all over the world would stop by the Golden Dubloon as often as possible. The
food was good, and the regulars of this pub were armed with wit, charisma, and
a need to spill out stories of their days upon the grand sea...

The Toilet Repair ManFrank sat back down at the kitchen table as
he opened the neomail. It was sealed tightly and he finally ripped it open angrily.
Extremely frustrated, he began to read the neomail...

The Keeper of Maraqua: ConclusionBehind Melleia and Wyneb swam an armed water
faerie, who held the chains that were connected to Melleia and Wyneb's handcuffs.
The cackling guard was herding her captives toward a place Melleia knew well:
her old home, the Palace of Maraqua...

Headlines

"Houston, We Have a Problem" by playmobil_is_my_life"Your permission to come aboard, Captain?" Wiseguy the glowing Wocky looked at who was in the doorway of the spaceship. It was only Tweetie, his younger brother and fellow astronaut. Wiseguy nodded gravely and answered, "Permission granted."

In Defense of the Lab RayI am no more evil than an Usuki doll, yet when I walk the
streets of Neopia, pets and owners alike often cower in fear or make disgusted
faces. Yet I do not regret my time spent under the Ray at all.

The Faerie Pet: Part OneThe morning was sweltering with heat as the sun
beat down on Neopia Central. I was sitting in my pond in the garden, which was
little more than a puddle of water that barely came up to my blue Flotsam tummy...